Brother's Teenage Sex-Slave

BROTHER'S TEENAGE SEX-SLAVE – Part Four

This story contains graphic images of torture, humiliation and sexual perversion. Readers who can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality should read no further. If you would like to contact the author, you may do so at cerberus713@hotmail.com

----------- Cerberus

Naked, young Molly Grant bends over the heavy workbench; the tender tips of her small breasts trapped in the hard steel jaws of a large vise; her hands nailed to the table's rough wooden surface. She moans loudly, despite the cactus ballgag in her mouth, filling the large greenhouse with a dolorous mantra. Through a red haze of pain, the beautiful fourteen year-old's mind is flooded with the flashbacks of the torture and degradation her brother Wayne has forced her to endure in the short time since they learned that their parents had been killed. Until then, she had been an innocent girl with no reason to suspect that a continued life of privilege and comfort would come to a brutal end.

After an hour, her hands stop bleeding but her pussy and ass continue to ooze small streams of blood from the dozens of wounds made by the tiny thorns of the cacti in both sensitive holes. The muscles in her lower back throb painfully but when she tries so stand straight her nipples feel like they are being torn from her chest. Occasionally the ache becomes unbearable and she straightens up until her nipples are stretched so badly that the pain in them overpowers that of her back. When she pulls her nipples, she reopens the wounds caused by the two-inch-long cactus needles that pierce the base of each tender bud. Small drops of blood sprinkle onto the upper surfaces of the vise. Molly's only relief comes from the fact that her saliva slowly softens the cactus in her mouth sufficiently for her to bite down on it and spit it onto the table. Unfortunately, the coarse rope that had held the urine-soaked cactus in her mouth remains in place, drawing the corners of her lips back in a hideous rictus of pain. Blood-tinged saliva drools out of her mouth and dangles from her chin. Her slender body is bathed in sweat. Soon dozens of flies, attracted by her blood and sweat, descend from every corner of the large green house to swarm over her body. Most of them land on the flesh of her butt and pussy. With her hands nailed to the table, she can do little to fend them off.

Molly hears a woman's footsteps. She twists her head around and sees old Mrs Johnson approaching.

"Well, Molly, my dear," says the grandmotherly looking woman brightly. "It's time to meet the people that your brother has invited to help make the you the best little sex-slave in the country." Mrs Johnson removes the rope from Molly's mouth and then puts on gardening gloves to remove the cactus from the unfortunate girl's cunt and asshole. Molly whimpers loudly when Mrs Johnson pulls the long cactus spikes from her nipples. The old woman then takes a pry bar and a small block of wood. She carefully removes the steel nails from the fourteen year-old's hands. Molly immediately reaches for the handle of the vise and loosens its jaws, freeing her nipples. Blood rushes back into them making them ache more than before. The young girl steps off the cactus pillows onto the floor. Mrs Johnson tells her to sit up on the table so she can tend to her wounds.

Molly is about the same size as the old woman and can probably overpower her but she is afraid of more punishment if she fails escape from the estate. She obediently hops up on the table. The old woman applies the Thanatos Society's quick-healing antiseptic balm to the girl's hands as well as her bruised and torn nipples. She bandages her hands while explaining that the balm is so effective her wounds will probably be completely healed in a day or two. Mrs Johnson then takes a black leather dog collar from out of her pocket and straps it tightly around Molly's slender neck. It is so tight that Molly has difficulty swallowing. She reaches into another pocket and takes out a six-foot long black leather leash which she hook to a silver ring in the front of the collar.

The old woman tugs the handle of the leash and orders the girl to hop off the table and follow her. The naked teenager obeys. She winces as she walks for the bottoms of her feet are still studded with cactus spikes. Even more painful are the tiny cactus needles that remain imbedded in the soft, delicate flesh of her pussy and asshole. Despite these discomforts, she manages to keep up with the old woman. They walk around to the front of the house. A dark blue Lexus and a large moving van are parked in the curved driveway. Molly's brother is talking to a man and woman. The woman is holding the leash of one of the largest, ugliest dogs Molly has ever seen.

The twelve year-old Johnson twins sit on the porch steps drinking Cokes and eating potato chips. Their piggy little eyes light up when they see Molly being led like an animal by their grandmother. They stand up and come over. "Look at her nipples," says Jack to his brother. "Geez, they look swollen to twice their normal size."

"Yeah," agrees Roger. "And look how bruised they are. You can see the cross-hatching of the surface of the vice cut into her nips. Neat!" Indeed, Molly's pink buds are now purple and swollen. In fact, a little blood continues to ooze out of the wounds made when the old woman pushed the large cactus thorns through the base of each nipple.

Wayne overhears the boys' comments and turns to his sister and Mrs Johnson. He smiles and says, "Mrs Johnson, please bring Mollycunt over here. I want the Kryzlers to meet her." The twins follow Mrs Johnson as she leads the teen over to where her brother, Mr Johnson and his newly arrived guests stand on the grass in the shade of the truck. Several large men are unloading large crates from the back of the vehicle. Mr Johnson gallantly offers to take the leash from his wife. He then tugs sharply down on it, forcing Molly onto her knees. Wayne looks down on his naked sister and says to the Kryzlers.

"This exquisite morsel of fuck-meat is my little sister, Mollycunt," he announces.

Molly looks into the faces of a man a woman. The dog is pulling at his leash trying to get closer to Molly. She cowers back. The woman holds tightly onto the dog's leash. Mr Johnson grips the back of Molly's collar and prevents her from retreating further. The huge animal's face is so close to Molly's that she can smell dog food on his rank breath. In a Russian accent the woman says, "Rasputin is getting excited. He must smell your sister's pussy."

The woman continues to hold the slavering beast inches from Molly as Wayne continues the introductions.

"Mollycunt, this is Dr Edgar Kryzler," he says. "You may call him 'Sir".

A tall powerfully built man nods at her. "Hello, Bitch," he says in a British accent. "You're a pretty little thing. Just how old are you?"

"Fourteen," says Molly.

"Fourteen, 'SIR' you dumb cunt!!" shouts Wayne as he slaps his sister hard on her cheek.

Tears surge from Molly eyes as she sobs "F-f-fourteen, S-s-sir."

"That's better. Good manners are important," says Edgar softly. "Fourteen is a magical age. It's an age when many girls' bodies ripen wonderfully. Molly here is a perfect example – a true woman-child. Wayne, you are fortunate to be able to pluck her at this time." Looking at her closely, he continues. "I notice the little bitch has a hairless cunt. She seems sufficiently developed to have sprouted a few cunt hairs."

"Yes," replies Wayne. "But I fed my dear sister some mind control pills and had use duct tape to pull her cunt hairs out by the roots."

"Wonderful!" laughs Kryzler. "But from now on there'll be no mind controlling drugs for little Mollycunt. I prefer my "students" to be somewhat resistant."

Wayne tells Molly that she should feel honored that Edgar has agreed to take part in her training. "You see, Sis, he is an expert in dealing pain. For more than a year I've had a DVD of some of his work at the Thanatos Manor," he explains. "I hid it from mom and dad by putting it in a Marilyn Manson CD case – that's one artist they'd never play. Now I'll get to watch him in person while he works on you. Edgar is a fourth degree Master Torturer. Only a handful of men and women have achieved that level of expertise. He's been a guest instructor at Thanatos Manor where he teaches those who intend to make torture their life's work. Here, unfortunately, he will not have access to a fully equipped torture chamber – although I am planning to build one very soon. So, he'll have to make do with the tools he's brought with him and whatever we can find around the house."

Turning to the woman, Wayne says. "This is Katerina, Edgar's partner. She's here to remind you of your place in the new social structure of our happy little family. You may call her 'Ma'am'."

"Tell me Little One," says Kat. "Do you like my little doggie?"

"Y..y..yes, Ma'am," lies the trembling girl. Molly remembers the slap her brother delivered when she failed to say "Sir" to Edgar.

The dog continues to pant its foul breath into the girl's face. He is drooling and when he shakes his massive head, flecks of dog spit spray onto Molly's face and naked chest.

"Rasputin is a cross between a Neapolitan mastiff and a pit bull," Kat explains. "He's a very talented animal, my dear. You see, he's been trained to fuck little girls like you."

Terrified, Molly looks at the animal. It must outweigh her by fifty pounds. Suddenly, the dog appears to lose interest in her and sits on the grass. He begins licking his balls. Molly is revolted to see that its bright red cock has emerged from its sheath, but at least the dog is no longer panting in her face.

"Your brother tells me that when 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' were alive you were their cherished princess," says Kat. "He says that they treated you as if your shit tasted like chocolate pudding. Nothing was too good for their little girl. He says that you were the favored child and that he was a distant second in their affections. Well, my dear, that's all over now." Turning to Edgar, she says. "Eddie dear, could you go and tell the movers to bring over the dog cage?"

As Edgar leaves, the Russian beauty turns her attention back to Molly. "Let me explain your place in 'Wayne's World'. Your brother, of course, is now head of the family. He owns you body and soul. He can do whatever he wishes with you. You will fuck whom he tells you to fuck and suck whom he tells you to suck. Your life is in his hands. If he tires of you he can kill you and the Thanatos Society will help him dispose of your worthless carcass.

"Next in order of importance are Edgar and I. For the next few days, we control your life. After us comes any guest who might visit, like the Johnsons and their two delightful grandsons. Then comes Rasputin here. He has a higher status and more privileges than you do. In fact, any mice or cockroaches that might be crawling around the cellar of your brother's fine home are freer than you."

Tears slowly flow down Molly's cheeks as she listens. Kat asks Mr Johnson, who continues to hold Molly by her dog collar, if he would be kind enough to bend Molly over so her head rests on the lawn. The old man obliges by pushing her head down. The Johnson twins run over. Each boy pulls one of Molly's arms out and places her damaged hands flat on the grass. They then stand on her hands so she can't move. She is bent over with her naked bum in the air and her head turned so that her left cheek lies on the grass of the lawn. The boys guffaw in anticipation.

"Molly," says Kat. "You appear to be a bright girl so it shouldn't take you long to learn your place in our little family. Even Rasputin knows your are his inferior. Here, I'll prove it to you."

Upon hearing his name the huge dog stops licking his balls and gazes obediently at Mistress Kat. A flick of the Russian's finger towards the supine teenager and the well-trained animal gets the order. He stands up and walks over to Molly. He sniffs at her head. The dog licks her face a couple of times. Suddenly he growls and clamps his large jaws around Molly's throat. The girl quivers in terror. His fangs are pressed tightly into the flesh of her neck. She knows the dog can easily crush her. However, the animal does not want to kill her. He is simply showing her in "dog language" that he is the boss. He emphasizes his point by releasing her and turning so he can lift his hind leg and release a stream of hot piss onto the side of her face.

The boys howl with laughter as the dog continues to hose down the poor squirming girl. Her hair is soaked with dog piss. The sour brew thunders into her ear. Her eyes sting and she blinks frantically to clear them. She makes the mistake of crying out and piss fills her mouth. She quickly shuts it. The dog's flood of piss seems endless. A reeking puddle forms in the grass around her head. Molly watches a black ant run along a blade of grass to escape the growing flood. Her heart breaks to realize that even a tiny ant has freedom to avoid the piss but she does not.

As the teenager endures the degradation, the two movers bring over a large cage and place it on the sunny lawn near Molly. They look for a minute or two at the girl as she suffers at the hands of her tormentors but then go back to unloading the truck as if a dog pissing on a naked girl happens every day. The steel dog cage is four feet wide, four feet high and six feet long. Designed for a large canine, the narrow vertical bars that make up the walls of the cage are set six inches apart. The set of bars at each end of the contraption is hinged, forming doors. Mrs Johnson swings open one of the doors. The floor is a four by six-foot metal tray that slides out for cleaning.

When Rasputin as finished peeing on Molly, he sneezes twice and returns to Kat's side and sprawls nonchalantly on the grass. Freed by the twins, the girl rolls away from the puddle of piss and lies on her back crying softly.

Wayne looks at his watch and announces that it is time for lunch.

"Before we go inside," says Kat. "I think we should make Molly comfortable. Perhaps she and Rasputin can spend the time getting better acquainted." Looking at the porcine Johnson twins, she adds. "Boys. Can you help me?"

When it comes to tormenting Molly, the Johnson brothers are always willing to help. Mr Johnson picks up Molly's leash and drags her onto her hands and knees. Edgar gives young Roger a leather gag with a metal ring in it that will force Molly to keep her mouth open. With his brother's help, he fastens it around her head. Once it's in place, the poor girl can't close her mouth for a one and a half-inch diameter thin metal ring, with a serrated outer-edge, bites into the soft flesh of the bottom of her mouth and her palate just behind her teeth. Her pink tongue rests on the inside of the ring's hole. The boys' grandfather leads the girl to the cage. With the help of his grandsons, he forces the girl into the pen. Her hands and knees sting from the sun-baked hot metal floor. She remains on her on all fours with her face pressed against the bars on the opposite end of the cage. With the enthusiasm of perverted youth, twins fasten ropes around each of her knees and pull to separate her legs. Then they tie the end of each rope to a bar on opposite sides of the enclosure. Molly now kneels with her legs spread and her asshole and pussy exposed. While the youngsters deal with the girl's legs, Kat loops a rope around the back of Molly's head and pulls it tight, forcing the helpless teen's face against the bars. She pulls Molly up until her face is two and a half feet from the floor of the cage. Edgar has fastened the girl wrists to the bars at the top of the cage. They then step back to admire their handiwork.

Poor Molly is kneeling on the burning metal floor of the cage. Her face is forced between the bars at one end of the pen. She can't move for her wrists have been tied to the roof of the cage. The hot sun beats down on her alabaster skin. In order to protect her skin from an unsightly burn, Wayne asks Roger if he would like to slather sunblock on Molly. Gleefully, the fat boy crawls into the cage and begins smearing sunscreen over her body. The teenaged girl shudders at the touch of the youth. A few days ago, she would not bothered to acknowledge the existence of a fat, ugly twelve year old boy like Roger Johnson.

As she endures the boys molesting touch Wayne explains to his guests that he has mixed the sun block with honey. "The lawn is crawling with ants," he says. "The honey should attract a few colonies. My only regret is that they aren't fire ants." Addressing Roger, he instructs him to smear some of the mixture on the floor beside Molly's knees and to run the smear to the edge of the cage in order to attract the insects.

The lad follows orders and creates two sweet trails. Continuing to smear the grease on Molly, he makes sure every inch of her is covered and spends much of his time fingering her bruised nipples. He finishes by concentrating the parts of her that he knows very well the sun will never shine. After Roger finishes his humiliating massage, he gets out of the cage. His brother places a bowl of water and canned dog food on the corner of the cage behind Molly. Finally, Kat order Rasputin into his cage. Tempted by the food and the naked teenaged girl, the dog eagerly obeys. Wayne sets up a digital video camera to record Molly's ordeal. Kat says that it is getting quite hot and she doesn't want Rasputin to suffer so she has the movers place a cloth cover over the half of the cage where the dog will spend its time. Molly, however, remains exposed to the hot rays of the afternoon sun.

Wayne and his guests leave. The movers continue to unload the truck. The girl can hear Rasputin moving around behind her. She listens to him loudly lapping up the water in his bowl. She can hear him noisily eating his food. The sides and backs of her knees begin to prickle. It hasn't taken long for the ants to discover the honey. The sound of the dog's sloppy drinking is replace by the scratch of his claws on the metal floor. She feels his hot breath on her behind. She gasps when he presses his cold nose into the cleft of her ass cheeks. He begins to lick her butt and between her legs. His huge, hot wet tongue laps over the surfaces of her exposed cunt lips. Soon Molly's pink ass glistens with the dog's saliva. Meanwhile hundreds of black ants scurry over the back of her shins and up her thighs. Thousands of tiny feet tickle her flesh. She wriggles her butt in a futile attempt to discourage the Rasputin from slathering his wet tongue over her pussy lips and asshole.

"Charlie!" says one of the men. "Look at all the flies on her face."

"Jesus, Bobby" responds his friend. "I think we should help her. Don't you?"

"Yep," says Charlie. "In fact I can help her and save myself a trip into the house."

With a laugh he unzips his fly and takes out his cock. Molly looks at the tip of his dick only six inches from her face. Suddenly a stream of hot piss hits her in the eye. The bugs fly away as soon as the first burst of urine hits her left cheek. With a deft touch Charlie manages to hose all the cum from Molly's face. When he is finished her face glistens with pee. Charlie puts his cock back in his trousers and Bobby takes his out.

"I gotta pee, too," he says. "But I'm too much of a gentleman to spray this poor girl's face." He then inserts the tip of his cock into Molly's mouth. She can feel it resting on her tongue. Suddenly her mouth is filled to overflowing with piss. While some leaks out her mouth, most of it pours into her stomach. She can feel the two injured flies being washed down her throat. She gags and coughs until Bobby stops peeing. He pulls his cock out of her mouth and buttons up. He asks Molly if his piss tastes better than Rasputin's does. The exhausted girl ignores him so he and his friend Charlie go back to work. Molly is miserable. Her cunt hurts from being raped by the dog. Her knees ache and the flies have returned. Now they are attracted to her piss-covered face. Her moans of misery spread out over the large lawn as the sun beats down on her body. For half an hour, Molly's body serves as a slimy smorgasbord for the flies, ants and the odd bumblebee. They cover her face and ass. Some crawl into her mouth and others into her ears. The insides of her thighs and her exposed cunny teem with hundreds of insects. Their infernal buzzing is driving her mad. In fact, the buzzing is so loud that it wakes up Rasputin. Molly can hear the clatter of his claws on the floor of the cage as he stands up. He yawns once and sneezes twice. He begins licking Molly between her legs. At least his actions have scared away some of the flies and wash away the ants. Molly can hear voices. Wayne and his guests have finished dining and are returning to see how Molly's doing. The boys run ahead of the adults.

"Oh, yuck," exclaims Roger. "Look at all the bugs on her! And poo, her hair is soaked with piss. Gross!"

The adults arrive and stand around the cage. Kat can see her dog's cock slime drooling down Molly's thighs. "I see you and Rasputin have become close friends," she mocks.

Molly only blushes in humiliation.

Wayne tells the twins to get the garden hose and wash Molly down. They run off and return in a moment with a long green hose. They attach one end of it to a water pipe buried in the lawn. They begin to fight over who has control of the brass nozzle. Wayne settles the argument by reaching into his pocket to retrieve a quarter and telling the boys that he will flip a coin. The winner will get the hose. Roger is lucky the winner. His brother is disappointed but is placated when Wayne tells him that he can assist Dr Kryzler later today during his first session with Molly.

Roger carries the hose up to the cage while Kat opens one end to let out Rasputin. The boy releases an icy blast of water onto Molly's back. It is so cold that she gasps and can hardly catch her breath. The twelve year-old washes down her back and flanks and then points the hose at her head. He blasts the piss out of her hair and the ants off her body. He walks to the front of the cage and directs the water at the girl's pretty face. He releases the trigger on the nozzle and the flow suddenly stops. With a wicked smile he places the tip of the nozzle into Molly's mouth and pulls the trigger. Her mouth is flooded with water so cold that it makes her teeth ache and cheeks bulge. The back of her throat closes reflexively to prevent her from drowning and the water has nowhere to go but out her nose. Finally, the fat boy carries the hose around to the other end of the cage. He crawls in behind the bound teenager and directs the icy water over her ass. Getting closer, he shoots water onto her asshole and over her pussy lips. Finally, he shuts the hose and inserts the end of the nozzle in Molly's bruised vagina. The girl is gasping and shivering from the icy shower. She screams through her ring gag when Roger opens the hose, shooting a powerful jet of ice-water up her cunt. This frigid douche serves to clean any remnant of Rasputin's sperm from her body.

Wayne tells Roger to stop. The boy puts down the hose and stands beside the older man.

Edgar, Kat and Mrs Johnson untie the ropes binding Molly and let her come out of the cage. The teen is greatly relieved when the old woman removes her ring gag. Mr Johnson attaches the leash to her collar and leads her to kneel before her brother. The old man pushes her knees apart with his foot, exposing her naked cunt. He pulls up and back on the Molly's collar, forcing her, in effect, to kneel at parade rest. Still shivering, she looks imploringly up at her sibling.

"Wayne," she sobs. "Why are you doing these horrible things to me?"

"Because I can," he replies with contempt. "Tell me, Slut Sister. Did you cum when Rasputin fucked you?"

Molly blushes and remains silent.

"Come on now, my little cum sponge", he continues. "You might as well tell us. I'll bet the video will show you rutting like a bitch in heat. So 'fess up. Did you cum?"

"Yes," Molly whispers.

"You disgusting dog-fucking skank," he laughs. "I bet with all that screwing you really worked up an appetite. I don't think Rasputin will mind if you eat out of his bowls. After all, you're such intimate friends now.

While his brother was hosing down Molly, Jack had gone into the house with one of Rasputin's bowls. He returns and put the bowl on the lawn beside Molly. The dog rushes up to it, eager to eat some more but when he sniffs the contents, he snuffles loudly, shakes his head and walks away, leaving the food untouched. Mr Johnson bends the girl toward the bowl. As she comes closer, Molly can see why the dog chose not to eat its contents. Her gorge rises and she almost pukes as she is forced on her hands and knees with her face inches above the concoction. Canned dog food by itself smells bad enough, but the mess in this bowl is revolting.

"Looks yummy, doesn't it?" Wayne says.

With eyes brimming with tears the poor teenager stares at the bowl. Molly hasn't eaten for a very long time and should be famished. Nonetheless, her stomach heaves at the thought of placing lips to the revolting mess in the large dog dish. The bowl is filled with what appears to be canned dog food. However, teaming over the greasy surface of the are hundreds of wriggling yellow-white maggots.

"What's the matter, Bitch?" Wayne snarls. "Don't you find your meal appetizing?"

Mr Johnson pulls Molly up to a kneeling position so she can pay attention.

"It's horrible," moans the captive girl. "I won't eat it."

"What do you mean you won't eat it?" says Wayne. "Do you think you have a choice? Especially after all the trouble I went through searching the bush behind the house to find a dead, maggot-filled bird. Consider the maggots protein supplements. Now eat!"

Mr Johnson grabs Molly by the back of her neck and forces her face inches from the vermin-laced dog food. She stares at the writhing white mass on the foul smelling mess.

"That doesn't look like my dog's regular food," remarks Kat.

"It's not," says Wayne. "I noticed you feed Rasputin high quality name brands. And so you should. He deserves it. Cunt Molly here can survive on cans no-name horsemeat. I bought a couple of cases that had expired a few months ago from a dollar store in town."

Tired of Molly's hesitation, Wayne asks Eric if he would do something to pique his sister's appetite. Happy to oblige, Kryzler bends down and grabs Molly's left leg by the ankle. He lifts it up so that her thigh is parallel to the ground. Eric asks Wayne to hold her leg still. He then tells the twins to come over. "Boys, I want you to watch closely. I'm going to show you something that you might find useful when you start dating. The correct way to push a needle under a girl's toenail."

Upon hearing this, Molly struggles ineffectively to escape. Eric takes a needle that had been stuck into the lapel of his sports coat. He holds the point of the inch-long pin just where the flesh of her big toe meets the underside of her pedicured nail. Continuing his impromptu lesson he says, "It's important that the needle travel as close to the undersurface of the toe-nail as possible. You know you're doing it right if you can see the shaft of the needle travel under the nail. I'll just scratch off this pink nail polish before I start." Kryzler uses his thumbnail to scratch away the layer of enamel on the girl's big toe. "Now watch." He slowly slides the needle into the sensitive flesh under poor Molly's toenail. She howls with pain and struggles to get away. Wayne tightens his grip on her ankle.

"See boys," says Eric calmly. "You can make out the needle as it travels into her toe." Sure enough, the twins can clearly see a half-inch of the needle's silver shaft under Molly's clear toenail. A small pearl of blood has erupted from the wound.

Molly's tormentor pushes the needle in another quarter of an inch and then stops. He and Wayne let go of Molly's leg. Johnson retains a tight grip on the back of her collar.

"OK, Mollycunt," Wayne says. "Start eating or I'll let the twins practice on your other toes.

Molly feels like her toe has been amputated. She does not want to endure any more torture so she lowers her face to the teeming mess of dog food and begins to eat. As she eats, Molly can feel the maggots writhing on her tongue before she works up the nerve to swallow them. She manages to choke down most of the concoction before her stomach heaves and she retches much of it back into the bowl. Wayne forces her to eat it again.

"I guess Mollycunt prefers her food warm," he jokes as watches her lap up the vomitous mixture.

After several attempts, the girl manages to keep down the dog food mixture.

Molly remains kneeling in front of her tormentors as Wayne tells her that he is going to let her get some rest before her first session with Edgar. They need a few hours to set up a makeshift torture chamber.

"It'll take a few weeks to construct my permanent 'playroom'", says Wayne. "I've decided to pattern it after a medieval torture chamber. But don't worry, it'll have all the modern technological marvels our modern age has to offer."

Old Man Johnson jerks on Molly's leash and she stands. She follows the others into the house. Once inside they all go up stairs towards her bedroom.

"You'll notice, Mollycunt," says Wayne. "That I've made a few changes to your room."

They enter her bedroom. Molly is stunned. The walls used to be painted a light rose color. Now they are blood red, as is the ceiling. The girl can smell the wet paint. Her carpet has been removed and replaced with a hard black rubber surface. Her bed with the frilly canopy has disappeared. All her furniture has been removed. Powerful track lighting brightly illuminates the room. In the center of the room is a wooden platform, painted red. It is three feet high and as wide and long as a king-sized bed. Two black rubber hoses run along the floor from Molly's bathroom to the platform. Astonished, Molly looks around the room until her gaze falls on the strange outfit resting in the middle of the stand. Her brother asks her if she likes her new "pajamas".

As they lead her to the edge of her new "bed", her brother says, "I sent all your clothes to the Salvation Army. You won't need them anymore." Pointing to the outfit on the bed her continues. "Mistress Kat was kind enough to bring this from Thanatos Manor. It's quite unique. I'll let her explain its features before we help you into it."

The Russian woman lifts up the dull black rubber bodysuit. "This outfit is made of neoprene, the same material used to make SCUBA diver suits," Kat explains as she holds the garment up so that all can see that it opens along the back. She opens it to reveal the inside surface. Molly can see hundreds of rows of very narrow rubber tubes lining the surface. Each tube is the diameter of a strand of spaghetti. Closing the suit, Kat shows Molly two brass valves in the front of the outfit. They are situated where the wearer's nipples would be, once inside the suit.

"You are probably wondering what these hose couplings are for," the Russian continues. "Let me explain. This rubber tubing that line the inside the suit is, in fact, a single tube. Once you wearing it we will connect the hoses to the suit. A computerized pump in the bathroom is attached to the bathtub faucets. It has been programmed so that steaming hot water alternates with icy cold water every few minutes. The water will flow into the left valve, circulate through the suit and then flow out of the right valve back to the bath drain.

"Let me show you something really clever," says Kat as she opens the suit again to reveal two black dildos fixed to its interior. "The larger one will go into your pussy and the smaller one into your asshole. Notice that the rubber tubing spirals up and down their surfaces too."

Lying on the platform is the facemask that will complete Molly's sleep apparel. It is a black neoprene mask. Like the suit to which it attaches, it is lined with tiny tubes. Once in place, the ends of the small hoses will fit into the ends of the hoses in the suit's tight hood. Wayne picks it up to show his slave-sister its finer points. There is a small round hole for her mouth and two smaller holes for her nostrils. In fact the mouthpiece is a one inch diameter plastic tube that will force Molly to keep her mouth open. There are no holes for Molly's eyes. She will be blind. Two small speakers will cover Molly's ears once she is inside the suit.

Holding the mask in front of his sister, Wayne says. "Well, Slut. What do you think? Isn't this better than a flannel cotton nightie?"

"Please, Wayne," sobs Molly. "Please don't do this. Stop now and I promise I won't tell anyone what you've done to me. If you want me to leave and never come back, I will. Please, please let me go."

"Mollycunt," smiles Wayne. "I don't want you to leave. In fact, I don't want you to ever leave. You're my slave now and I plan to have you around for many years to come."

He turns to Edgar and says that it is time to give Molly her injection before she takes her nap.

Edgar goes into Molly's bathroom and returns after a minute, holding a large syringe with a two-inch long heavy gauge needle. The cylinder of the syringe is filled with a purple liquid. Mr Johnson keeps a tight grip on the back of Molly's collar while the each of the twins takes one of her arms in a tight arm lock. Kryzler approaches and holds the syringe inches from Molly's face. "This, Cuntlet, is a chemical developed especially for the Society. It serves a double purpose. The first is to make the skin on your lovely body more sensitive to touch and temperature. The second is to make you less prone to pass out under torture. After all, you don't all my hard work to go unappreciated do you"

Molly mewls with fear and struggles weakly to get free from the embrace of her three captors.

"I helped develop this drug in the labs at Thanatos Manor," says Edgar. "I happen to be a physician and biochemist so when I'm not torturing young ladies I spend much of my time in the lab. Now, you'll be relieved to know that we never experiment on animals. The Thanatos scientists harm no little bunnies. No, we prefer to use little girls like you to test our potions. Of course, there is a great advantage in this because the girls can describe the effects of the drugs -- something bunnies can't do.

"I remember, while refining this particular drug, I tried it out on one do the students of the Slave Academy – I believe her name was Slave Carolyn. She was a delightful black haired youngster -- a wisp of a girl no older than you are. She had been sent to the labs as a punishment for having nipped the end of the cock of one of the members. Frankly, the man was a fool. You see, he had arranged to surprise the girl by having one of the Facilitators press a red-hot branding iron into her left buttock while his cock was in her mouth. It's a good thing that he was on the 'out-stroke', so to speak, or she might have bitten his dick right off. But I digress. I injected the drug into her and waited an hour. I then turned her over my knee and gave her a spanking. Mind you, I used only my bare hand and never raised it above my shoulders. Despite this, Carolyn squirmed and howled. When I had finished and she had recovered sufficiently to describe the experience, she told me it felt like I had been beating her with a metal table tennis paddle that I had just removed from a four hundred-degree oven. I remember the look of shocked relief on her pretty, tear-stained face when she looked over her shoulder to see a rosy glow on her pretty ass cheeks. She had been expecting to see the skin on her bum torn and blistered."

"Do you mean to tell me that the only punishment that little bitch got for biting off the end of a member's 'member" was a simple spanking?" interjects Mr Johnson in astonishment.

"Not at all, my friend," Kryzler replies. "When Slave Cindy returned to the Academy, the Head Master had a particularly nasty means of reminding her to be careful while sucking her betters' cocks. You see, one of the members staying at Thanatos Manor when this unfortunate incident occurred was Jonathan Sprangler who happens to be the president of a company that controls, among other things, a chain of funeral homes in the southern United States. You might have heard of him. He's called 'Sprangler the Strangler' because of his penchant for choking to death young girls while he fucks them. But I digress. When Sprangler heard what had happened, he phoned his mortuary in Atlanta. He asked the manager if any "fresh dead" was currently on the slab waiting embalming. He was informed that they had just taken delivery of the corpse of an old gentleman of color who had expired peacefully just before his eighty-fourth birthday. Spangler ordered that the man's cock and testicles be cut off and sent to Thanatos Manor. He made a point of instructing that the man-meat be sent through the normal post and that it not be packed in ice. Consequently, when the package was delivered to the Manor ten days later, it was rather ripe, to say the least. The next morning, during an assembly of students of the Slave Academy, young Cindy was brought on stage where her mouth was forced open and the rotting cock and balls shoved in. A few loops of duct tape around her head ensured that she could not spit them out – at first they were going to sew her lips shut but her current owner didn't want her scarred. She was told that the tape would stay in place for five days and she had a choice of either keeping the rotting dead meat in her mouth or chewing it up and swallowing it. Cindy held out for three days before she could take no more and ate the putrid cock and balls."

Turning to Wayne, Kryzler returns to the subject of the drug by explaining that its greatest advantage is that it permits one to deliver a great deal of pain without doing permanent damage to the victim.

"Now," he continues. "To what part of little Molly's body shall we deliver this magic potion? Any suggestions?"

"Her nipple!" says Roger as he tightens his grip on Molly's arm.

"No, no, her butt," interjects his brother.

"What about the tip of her nose?" Mrs Johnson adds helpfully.

"I have a suggestion," says Kat in her accented English. "Why don't you stick the needle into her perineum?"

The twins look puzzled. They don't know where Molly's perineum is.

Wayne, however, does and is delighted by the suggestion. "Yes, Kat. That's a wonderful idea. In fact, I'd like Mollycunt to see the needle go in."

Under the direction of the Katerina, the twins and Mr Johnson force Molly onto her back on the black rubberized floor. While the older man holds the girl down, each boy takes one of the her feet. They lift her legs, spread them and force them back until her toes touch the floor above her head. Her knees are near her shoulders. The helpless teenager stares at her own pussy and asshole.

"Boys," says Edgar as he kneels beside Molly. "The perineum is that delightful area of pink flesh that separates Molly's pussy from her butt hole. Kat's suggestion that I inject her there is brilliant. You see, the increasing sensitivity builds throughout the body from the point of inoculation. It'll take an hour for Mollycunt's entire body to become sensitized, but her pussy and ass should be affected in only ten or so minutes. Now hold her tight.

Molly pleads and struggles as Edgar moves the syringe between her legs. He purposely hesitates, holding the needle a millimeter from the unblemished skin of her perineum. He smiles as the poor girl's resistance increases.

"Please, please don't let him do this Wayne," she begs. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll be your slave. I'll let you fuck me, I'll suck you cock… I'll eat your shit. Just don't let him stick that needle in me!"

"You'll 'let' me fuck you, slut?" says Wayne. "Am I to infer that you have a choice? You have no choice. You'll fuck and suck who and what I tell you. When we're finished with you, you'll eat Rasputin's shit -- and ask for seconds.

"Edgar, please proceed."

During this brief interchange between the siblings, Kryzler has been waiting patiently with his eyes closed and a look of beatific tranquility on his face. The young girl's pathetic entreaties have the same soothing affect on him that a work by Mozart might have on a normal man. He seems to soak up the energy of her suffering much as a house cat seems to bask in the attention of its master. If he could, Edgar would purr.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, Edgar tells the Johnson twins and their grandfather to hold Molly tightly."

Kryzler is not content to plunge the needle into the flesh between poor Molly's cunt and asshole. No, first he must torment her as a cat does a mouse. He presses the sharp needle a millimeter into the smooth puffy flesh near her left pussy lip. He pulls the syringe back and places the needle against the side of the fleshy petal that is her right cunt lip. Ever so slowly, he pushes the needle through the sensitive skin until it comes out the other side. Molly's shrieks bounce off the walls of the room. Her smiling tormentor pulls the syringe back and touches the needle to the nerve-filled flesh of her clitoris. Molly increases her efforts to squirm away. For several minutes, the sadistic doctor punctures the flesh of the girl's pussy and ass. It is almost a relief when, at last, he pushes the needle deep into the flesh of her perineum and injects the purple liquid into her body.

As soon as he removes the needle, Molly can feel the effects of the drug. The tiny punctures in her pussy lips and ass begin to hurt more now than when they were made. The boys and Mr Johnson let her goes and she lies on her back on the rubber floor. Kat gets the suit and brings it over. She and Edgar solicit Wayne and Mr Johnson's help to put Molly in the suit. By now, the pain in Molly's nipples has increased five-fold.

Ignoring her moans and supplications for mercy, Kat tells Molly that normally, one dusts the inside of a tight rubber garment with talcum powder to make it slightly slippery and easier to slide on over one's skin. "In your case, little one," she announces, "I've dusted the suit with itching powder."

Kat begins dressing the girl by putting Molly's feet into the legs of the suit. She pulls the garment over her knees. She has to struggle for the suit is extremely tight. When she has pulled it up the teen's thighs, Kat pauses and places the tips of the dildoes in the entrances of Molly's cunt and asshole. Then, with a mighty tug she pulls the suit up to the girl's waist. The girl screams as the rough artificial cocks push into her intimate flesh. Kat and her helpers force Molly's arms into the rubber sleeves and flip her over onto her front so they can tug the bodice onto the front of the girl's body. The suit crushes poor Molly's breasts. It is so tight that there is a two-inch gap between the two edges at the back of the suit. A series of eight-inch-long straps line one edge of the opening. Lining the other hem is a series of buckles. Kat and Wayne slip the ends of the straps into the buckles and pull hard, closing the back of the Molly's suit. After a five-minute struggle, Molly is trapped in the tight suit. They lift her off the floor and put her onto the platform on her back. The black bondage outfit is so tight that the unfortunate girl must struggle to breathe. The itching powder that coats the inside surfaces of the suit is driving her mad.

Silver rings have been sewn into the suit at Molly's wrists and ankles. The boys attach short chains to each ring and pull them toward the corners of the platforms where they hook them over nails that have been hammered into the surface of the wood. Consequently, the girl is stretched into a tight spread-eagle. Kat climbs onto the platform and kneels beside Molly's head. She lifts the rubber facemask places it over the girl's face. Then she carefully fits the edge of the mask to the rest of the suit, making sure that the tiny hoses connect. Wayne then hands her the hoses that lead from the bathroom and she attaches them to the connectors on the front of the suit. She then slides off the platform and stands beside the others, admiring their handiwork.

Poor Molly is trapped in a hellish bondage suit. It is so tight that she feels she is suffocating. With each breath, she must struggle against the binding rubber to expand her chest cavity and fill her lungs. Her skin burns and itches. Suddenly her left breast begins to freeze. Icy cold water is being pumped into the hoses that line her suit. In less than a minute she is shivering with cold. She feels like icicles are raping her pussy and ass. Suddenly her left tit begins to burn as steaming hot water courses into her suit. The icicles have been replaced by soldering irons. She is sure that her skin must be blistering from the heat. She screams and whimpers with pain.

As they watch the young girl writhing feebly against her chains, Dr Kryzler explains to Wayne that the water feels much hotter and much colder to poor Molly than it actually is, thanks to the stimulant coursing through her body.

Before they leave Molly to "rest" for a couple of hours, Wayne attaches the wires leading from the speakers sewn into his sister's suit to a Walkman. He switches on the player. Wayne and his guests go down to supervise the movers who are installing a makeshift torture chamber in the basement of the house. However, before he leaves, Roger Johnson cannot resist crawling onto Molly's platform and leaning over the blinded girl's facemask. With a twinkle in his porcine eye, he noisily clears his throat and horks a loogie into the poor teenager's mouth. Not to be outdone by his brother, Jack digs a forefinger into his nostril and pulls out a large, green wad of snot. He flicks it into Molly's mouth.

Alone now, Molly's sobs and cries echo off the walls of her once comfortable bedroom. Suddenly her brother's voice bombards her ears. "Mollycunt, I've made this tape to give you a little preview of what we are going to do to you after our nap. You see, slave, I've decided that you should never feel pleasure again. I know that you have been pleasuring yourself since you were a little girl – I have the videotapes to prove it. Well, those days are over. In two hours we are going to take you downstairs and Edgar is going to remove your clitoris."

Poor Molly's heart pounds with fear and she struggles irrationally to escape but the chains hold her fast.

"To give you an idea of what you're in for," the tape continues. "Edgar has been kind enough to provide me with sound recordings of him performing clitoridectomies on five of the young sluts at Thanatos Manor. He used different techniques to relieve the girls of their little lust buttons. On one bitch he used a dull razor. On another, he chose to crush her clitty with needlenose pliers. He dripped sulfuric acid on yet another. He bound one girl with her legs spread and watched while her owner bit off her clit with his teeth. Edgar used a red-hot knitting needle to burn out the clit of another slave. Listen to the tape and if you can tell me, in order, the different technique used by Dr Kryzler, I may have him simply push a ring through your clit rather than cut it off."

As soon as her brother's voice trails off, a series of cries and screams of anonymous, young teenagers assault Molly's ears. Despite her incredible discomfort, the fourteen-year-old struggles to concentrate and remember her brother's description of the different ways Edgar Kryzler tortured and destroyed the girls' most intimate flesh. The screams and pleas play repeatedly, until poor Molly is driven half-mad. Nonetheless she concentrates, trying to imagine what sort of torture spawns each agonized scream.

… End of Part Four